With the food confirmed, he checked the small chests that were nestled in with them. One held a pile of silver coins, with some gold mixed in. All of them were stamped with the head of the Syndran King and they were bigger than the Stormfront coins or Yarmdon coins were. Given how many of them there were, there was likely to be a good amount of value to them.
It wasn't the best haul, but it was large enough to be called a success, and now every drop of that wealth and victory belonged to Vol. As did their carriages, their horses and their slaves. It was as good going as one could expect.
The sound behind him confirmed that the battle was all but over. There were a few stragglers left on the ground, begging for mercy. Of course, they were granted none. Vol watched a newcomer eagerly beheaded a kneeling man, laughing as the blood from his neck sprayed into the air. How easy it was to enjoy warfare when one didn't have to worry about the prospect of defeat.
